Outlaw To Me, Danny

Outlaw to me, Danny,
And I’ll become your thrall,
And we’ll both go romping,
Busting down the hall,

And we’ll go out shopping
Out in the sylvan glade,
And if we both get lucky,
Then we both get laid,

Underneath the vermilion angels
Hanging from the trees,
Where little girls spill from bicycles
Scraping both their knees,

Then we’ll both be wise men, graduating
At the end of the class,
While all the pretty freshmen go around
Kicking newer ass.

Maybe we’ll stay together, lounging
By the pool, turning gray and turquoise,
Still breaking every rule.

poem by Bret R. Crabrooke
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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